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Aug. 16th, 2009 @ 01:07 pm Love, and being a man
So I was talking with my wife and a couple of her female friends last night about the guy with the gun and the aerobics class. This is the kind of thing that makes me crazy, the kind of thing that gives men a bad name. This is what makes women fearful of men, when most of us just want to love and protect you. This is what makes women afraid that any new man they meet is one "no" away from turning into a crazed homicidal stalker.

I've been rejected. I've been lonely. I've wondered why I couldn't find someone. I didn't, however, get angry or blame women in general. This is because I'm not a narcissistic sociopath, I'm not a child who thinks that the love of a woman is one of man's basic freedoms. I don't call people like that "men." Honor, respect, trustworthiness: these are the kind of things that make one a man. And even if you are a man, you're not deserving of love.

That is to say, you're no more deserving than anyone else. But then, no one is deserving of love. There's nothing you can do to make someone love you. It's not something to be bartered, or earned. It's a gift, given freely and without regard to reciprocation. This is what knowing my wife taught me.

You can never deserve a gift like love, just as you can never deserve the grace of God. But that doesn't mean you don't try. When you love someone, you try to be worthy of their love in return. You might get it. You might not. But you try. Love is a never ending quest. If they give you their love, you owe more than you can ever repay. But you try. This, I do believe, is what makes a man.
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May. 20th, 2009 @ 09:40 am We are capable of so much more.
Today I watched an episode of West Wing where one of the plots concerned funding for NASA. This is the quote that got me:

"Voyager, in case it's ever encountered by extra-terrestrials, s carrying photos of life on Earth, greetings in 55 languages and a collection of music from Gregorian chants to Chuck Berry. Including "Dark Was The Night, Cold Was The Ground" by '20s bluesman Blind Willie Johnson, whose stepmother blinded him when he was seven by throwing lye in is his eyes after his father had beat her for being with another man. He died, penniless, of pneumonia after sleeping bundled in wet newspapers in the ruins of his house that burned down. But his music just left the solar system."

The 55 languages include ancient Greek, Latin, Tamil, and four dialects of Chinese (Mandarin, Cantonese, Amoy, and Wu). I don't know why I thought that was so cool.

Music selections include aboriginal songs, traditional songs of so-called primitive peoples, Bach, Mozart, and Louis Armstrong. Carl Sagan (the chair of the committee to decide what to put on the record) also wanted Here Comes the Sun from the Beatles, but their record label EMI opposed it, which is just about the stupidest thing I will hear all week. Isn't there a fair use provision for shooting a copyrighted work into space? I did find this disclaimer on the Wikipedia page:

"Originally based on public domain text from the NASA website, where selected images and sounds from the record can be found. However, much of the material from the Voyager records is available in compiled form only to extraterrestrials for copyright reasons."

Which is okay, I guess.

I'm getting off track here. All this is to say, I work in news. Top news today: a man stealing computers from a public school system and selling them on Craigslist. Iran is apparently testing a missile that can reach Israel. I see every day what men can do, in the worst possible way, and only rarely what we can do in the best possible way. We are capable, though, of so much more, of science to tell us about what's around us and art to tell us about ourselves, of awe inspiring kindness and charity and courage. More than that, though, is what a story of greatness can inspire in an open mind or fertile spirit.

As I write this, the space shuttle Atlantis is in the home stretch of its last journey; the shuttle fleet will be retired next year, and its replacement is still in the design stage. This project, Project Constellation, is designed to once more take us out of Earth orbit back to the Moon, and one day to Mars. I could have a child who could one day walk on another planet.

Excuse me, I need to go kiss my wife.
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May. 6th, 2009 @ 12:43 am Quote of the day
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From Coupling:
    Look, I like naked women! I'm a bloke, we're supposed to like naked women, we're born like that! We like naked women as soon as we're pulled out of one; halfway down the birth canal we're already enjoying the view! Look, it is the four pillars of the male heterosexual psyche. We like: Naked Women, Stockings, Lesbians, and Sean Connery best as James Bond, because that's what being a boy is. And if you don't like, darling, join a film collective. Look, I want to spend the rest of my life with the woman at the end of that table there, but that does not stop me wanting to see several thousand more naked bottoms before I die, because that's what being a bloke is. When man invented fire, he didn't say "Hey, let's cook!" He said "Great! Now we can see naked bottoms in the dark!" As soon as Caxton had invented the printing press, we using it to make pictures of, hey! Naked bottoms! We have turned the internet into an enormous international database of naked bottoms. So you see, the story of male achievement through the ages, feeble though it may have been, has been a story of our struggle to get a better look at your bottoms. Thank you, girls, I'm not sure how insulted you really ought to be.
You have to picture the guy getting more and more worked up at having to defend his owning a copy of Lesbian Spank Inferno at a dinner party. It's quite the sitcom classic.
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Mar. 25th, 2009 @ 03:36 pm Quote of the Day
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Larry Miller breaks it down for you on exclamation points in comedy writing (in short: don't).
    One final example today. "Wow! Sex is fun!" Over-obvious. Trying too hard. But? "Wow. Sex is… fun."

    Of course, adding the ellipsis opens a whole new topic, doesn’t it?
Class dismissed.
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Mar. 15th, 2009 @ 02:09 pm Et tu, National Forest Service?
BEWARE THE GUIDES OF LARCH!
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Feb. 10th, 2009 @ 04:41 pm This is what happens when your anchors like each other.


(via Zoomdoggle)
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Jan. 27th, 2009 @ 03:02 pm Second of all
First of all in this second of all: is anyone still reading this? I'm sorry I haven't been updating, guys, for serious. I have no excuse. But gimme a while, I'll come up with something.

Second of all in this second of all: I'm seriously out of shape, bad enough where it's even annoying me. Also, money is tight. But I had a minor revelation: exercise can be pretty darn cheap.

Step one (no pun intended): Operation Walk It OffTM. (Alternate titles: "Get Steppin'," "I Wonder If I Could Turn This Into A Book," and "You Are Soooo Pedestrian. HIGH-FIVE.") I'm not riding my bike for fitness, I'm riding it for laziness. It gets me to the bus stop faster. Convenient, but I can't chase down the bus like I used to; believe me, I've tried. The point is, I need to walk more. A lot more. Last week, Wednesday if I remember right, I walked for half an hour before work. On my way to work, in fact: I walked from my house to a bus stop a mile and a half closer to work. (On a related note, I found out I have a 3 mph walking speed. Not bad.) I can't say I'll walk a mile and a half every day, but it's a good goal to shoot for I think. When I get the chance, I'll buy a pedometer and post updates here.

Step two: push-ups and sit-ups. Done right, they're about the best exercises for you, and you can do them anywhere you don't mind laying down. No plan as such, still considering that. But I do find myself thinking about this site a lot. More on that as it develops.

I'm not so optimistic to think that I can drop 50 pounds before my wedding. But the wedding is a consideration here, and I would like to look better then than I do now.

Stay tuned, updates as they occur. First, a word from our sponsors.
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Jan. 27th, 2009 @ 02:49 pm First of all
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#1: thank you, NASA. Thank you so, so much from my inner 12-year-old.

#2: you go in expecting the bridge of the NCC-1701-D, and it looks more like NCC-1701. Then you remember the space shuttle was built about 25 years ago. So. Fair enough.
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Jan. 3rd, 2009 @ 04:29 pm Quote of the Day
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    I have a long and storied history of not thinking very highly of myself, and at this point I have been outnumbered ten thousand to one.
-sweetafton23 (aka Molly) in her video tribute to 2008, helpfully embedded after the cut. )
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Dec. 24th, 2008 @ 02:55 pm ...and to all a pleasant tomorrow.
72°, 25% humidity, 5 mph winds. Man oh man. You folks can have your white Christmas, I'm perfectly okay down here.

So, I feel I should share something. If you were expecting a present from me this year, I feel I have to apologize for letting you down. Instead of buying gifts this year, I'm donating the money I would spend to the Pancreatic Cancer Action Network. If you really need to know why, drop me a line, but I'm not going into it here. So I will apologize if I let you down, but not for what I'm doing; I honestly felt like I couldn't do anything else.

Unless you're a kid. Giving to charity instead of getting a Christmas present for a child is like making a dog be a vegetarian: you might have good reasons, and it might be better for them in the long run, but it just seems cruel and it results in a lot of hurt, bewildered looks. There are a few people that I would call "children" on my list, and they're getting real presents.

Regardless, though, I hope you all have a Merry Christmas, and I'll see you all in the new year. Probably.
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Nov. 8th, 2008 @ 09:43 am Question of the day
From Diesel Sweeties: would you rather be rich for being famous, or famous for being rich?

It would probably help to give you examples for each.

Famous for being rich: Paris Hilton. Kim Kardashian.

Rich for being famous: Jared the Subway guy. Joe the Plumber.

Discuss.

(I know I've not been around, like, at all. I'll try to be better. Promise.)
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Sep. 2nd, 2008 @ 06:50 pm I'm not unique. But I am unusual.

HowManyOfMe.com
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How many have your name?

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Aug. 5th, 2008 @ 08:41 am Early wedding thoughts
For obvious reasons, I've been thinking about weddings lately. Mine, in particular. (Getting it out of the way: I can't invite all of you, Live Journal. Sorry.) There's been discussion with her parents while we're on vacation, and I expect more in the near future with my family since we're seeing them next, and the question that seems to keep coming up:

"Well, what do you want?"

Which is fair. This wedding is half mine (or a quarter mine, or less, depending on who you ask and how you count). I do bear some responsibility and reap most of the rewards, so I should have a say. But there's so much I just don't care about. I don't care about which colors or which flowers or which music (at the ceremony anyway, I have definite ideas on music at the reception), and I don't have a preference for suits or tuxedos (I look rather dashing in both), and I'm not insistent on having a church wedding. Food would be nice, and I do want drinks and dancing, but if need be, I can live without them.

At the end of the day, what I want is to be married to the woman I love. Everything else is negotiable.

But the wedding is an important part to that. I can't dodge the question that easily; I've already tried. So me being me, I take it back to the basics: what do I want my wedding to say? What do weddings say, in general? Why do we have weddings? Why do we get married? That last question is what woke me up at 8 AM Central Daylight Time this morning and wouldn't let me get back to sleep. So here I am, sharing my thoughts with you. I imagine the answers to the rest of the questions will be shared, too, just as soon as I figure it out.

Okay, so. The union of man and wife. Why is that? I know I love her now. I can't imagine loving her more later. Marrying my lover, best friend, central pillar of emotional support, and massage therapist won't change how I feel about her. So then, why? I guess it has to do with societal pressure. The societal pressure, that is: people, humans, us, we weren't designed to be alone. We need companionship and friendship and love, we have a basic physical need to touch someone else.

(This is where, if I'd researched this at all, I'd link you to a study about babies and physical contact and emotional development or something, but this isn't one of those blog posts.)

Okay, so we have to have someone, but why married? Why not just cohabitate? It was good enough for caveman and cavewoman, right? Well sure, but they didn't have insurance companies that offer benefits for married couples. Neither did they have to worry about hospital visitation, or power of attorney, or all the other financial and legal and social benefits of a union recognized by the state.

This is the society we choose to live in, and gleefully (most of the time). I want to be married to her, because I want the full force of the state, federal, and international legal system and God Almighty himself behind me when I say, "That's her. She's the one for me, and there is no other. You. Will. NOT take her away from me."

That being said, lilies would be pretty, I think.
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Jul. 16th, 2008 @ 11:03 am Quote of the day
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    it's always best to talk back to big media like they're lassie. what's that, television? you say traffic volume is high in the downtown core? we've got to do something!!

-title text from Monday's Dinosaur Comic

To which I say...indeed.

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Jul. 4th, 2008 @ 09:16 am Quote of the day

    Sometimes the most remarkable things seem commonplace. I mean, when you think about it, jet travel is pretty freaking remarkable. You get in a plane, it defies the gravity of an entire planet by exploiting a loophole with air pressure, and it flies across distances that would take months or years to cross by any means of travel that has been significant for more than a century or three. You hurtle above the earth at enough speed to kill you instantly should you bump into something, and you can only breath because someone built you a really good tin can that has seams tight enough to hold in a decent amount of air. Hundreds of millions of man-hours of work and struggle and research, blood, sweat, tears, and lives have gone into the history of air travel, and it has totally revolutionized the face of our planet and societies.

    But get on any flight in the country, and I absolutely promise you that you will find someone who, in the face of all that incredible achievement, will be willing to complain about the drinks.

    The drinks, people.

-Harry Dresden, wizard, in
Summer Knight by Jim Butcher

Jim Butcher writes noir detective stories, in the vein of Raymond Chandler et al, but with magic and werewolves and vampires and faeries. All the trappings of the pulp detective novel is there, the tone (world-weary private eye, struggling alone against a corrupt and unsympathetic system, but who still manages to make a sarcastic joke whenever possible), the gorgeous blonde looking for help (but it's a girl who can see the future, or a werewoman (that's a wolf who turns into a woman, instead of the other way around), or a changeling girl who's half troll), and of course there's Chicago (whose police department has a Special Investigations unit whose lieutenant knows to carry silver bullets).

All that has nothing to do with the quote above, it just spoke to me because I think it's fun to think about the technology around us in light of its amazingness. Consider how many questions went unanswered or wrongly answered before 80% of the world's knowledge became indexed and searchable and immediately available from the comfort of your desk chair (or beyond, depending on which cell phone you have). Think about instant communication with the other side of the world, to the most remote mountains or the middle of the sea. Think about GPS: we have enough man-made objects orbiting our little blue planet for not one, not two, but THREE satellites to tell each GPS unit where it is on the face of the world. Arthur C. Clarke said, "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." I personally think he was selling technology short.

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Jun. 22nd, 2008 @ 04:12 pm Stay with me, I'm going somewhere with this.
Last Thursday, Michael Reilly posted this reaction to a provocative article by Nicholas Carr in The Atlantic, titled "Is Google Making Us Stupid?"

Here's the short of it: Carr says that the Internet is giving us ADHD in our reading habits. To which Reilly responds, "Duh." I can't argue it either, since I read more headlines than articles.

Carr goes on to say, that's a bad thing. He likens it to the rise of mechanical clocks in the 14th century that led us to a scientific mindset; now that time could be divided into arbitrary, objective units, things could be measured and quantified. But in doing so, "In deciding when to eat, to work, to sleep, to rise, we stopped listening to our senses and started obeying the clock." Reilly counters: "...is Carr really trying to say that the advent of the 9-5 job cancels out the advances of all of science, math, and our understanding of the universe?"

There's some more from Carr about Google turning into HAL 9000 and destroying us all, and Reilly going LOL WHUT?, but here's the short of it: Carr points out that Socrates worried that people, after the invention of writing, "they will be hearers of many things and will have learned nothing; they will appear to be omniscient and will generally know nothing; they will be tiresome company, having the show of wisdom without the reality." Sounds familiar. Reilly points out that this is evidence against Carr's case, and that "the internet will facilitate an intellectual revolution the likes of which no one could predict in the early going."

Okay, who here has heard of the technological singularity? It's the point where technology and people have evolved that, like the event horizon of a black hole, we can't conceive of what lies beyond. This is the point where the people before can't comprehend the people afterwards.

Here's what I'm wondering: who's to say this hasn't already happened? Do you think even someone like Socrates or Ptolemy or Copernicus could conceive of a world with near-universal literacy?
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Jun. 12th, 2008 @ 03:08 pm Picture time!
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It's been a while, I know. There are several pics, which is why I'm putting them under a cut. )
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Jun. 9th, 2008 @ 11:30 am WHOO YAY MEME TIME!
Ganked from ursulav.

Zombie Attack!
You are in a mall when the zombies attack. You have -

1. one weapon.
2. one song blasting on the speakers.
3. one famous person to fight alongside you.

1) Lightsaber. If there's one thing that video games have taught me, it's that when you're surrounded by zombies, the thing that'll get you killed every time is having to stop to reload. Lightsabers don't have that problem. Added benefit: TOTAL BADASSERY.

If we're limiting to the real world, though...I'd have to say shotgun. Double-barreled, for their displeasure. That's the other thing video games taught me: all else being equal, go with the shotgun.

2: Muse - "Knights of Cydonia"

No one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive


Which gives me occasion to link to one of my favorite videos:


3: Yoda. Mostly because I bet that guy has got some stories.
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Jun. 7th, 2008 @ 09:34 am Quote of the day
    The truth of the matter is, if teenage girls were any more irritating to Roast Beef, his body would attempt to form a pearlescent enamel casing around them.

-title text of Thursday's Achewood

Achewood is a surrealist non sequitur comic with regular characters and continuity, and if that sounds like a contradiction in terms, you're right, but that's just part of the fun. My suggestion (unless you're my mom, who's probably never ever ever gonna like it) is to read it for a month, see if it sticks with you. The fanbase for Achewood, from what I hear, is rabid, but I can't speak to that, I don't know if anyone I know is an Achewood fan. So I guess they can't be that rabid, after all. If I seem like I'm rambling, then you get a gold star; I'm still riding the high from a good night last night, between the Eddie Izzard show (which would be old news to those who follow my Twitter feed), the Battlestar Galactica at the Alamo, and a very nice BLT in between. Plus, I think I found a renter for my condo, which was the main obstacle between me and a new mortgage...oh, did I not mention I'm moving in with my girlfriend? Yeah, that's really happening. Okay, done now, ramble off.

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